Home safe

[altivo]

Got home about 6:30, after taking our "Dog and Pony Show" to Ohio for the weekend and then on the way home, driving in the most horrendous, pushy traffic I ever remember on the tollways between here and Quickcasey's. It was as if this had been a holiday weekend, when it's still two weeks to the beginning of that madhouse. Thank goodness I have a GPS in the car now, or I'd still be lost out there somewhere like Charlie on the MTA.

It was a really nice visit with the best foxes I know, Aerofox and Loriana. We had fun eating too much and joking around and going to the hamfest in Fort Wayne on Saturday. I didn't quite pass my license upgrade exam, but I had only gotten half way through the study book so scoring 35 out of 50 correct isn't really that bad. I got a better study guide and lots of advice afterwards. Then we went to antique stores in Van Wert, which was also fun. I like looking at old junque. Aero got a set of key caps from an old upright typewriter. I bought an old Walter Foster "How to Draw Series" book on Cowboys and Horses. Casey and Loriana both got some model railroad cars. It was all a nice diversion.

Thanks to all three for the mini-vacation. *hugs*

Comments

[rustitobuck.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a really nice trip/vacation. Lots of quiet friendship.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Well, I won't say it was quiet except for maybe in the middle of the night. Oh, and by the way, don't you go making turtle noises at me. ;p *puts a squirt gun in his pocket just in case*

[rustitobuck.livejournal.com]

What, have I got a reputation or something? Somebody's been talking.

And I don't know what you're up to with that squirt gun. I'm a water-oriented critter, if you squirt me I'll just feel good.

And I meant quiet, as in, pretty much unlike a chaotic furry con.

I won't make turtle noises at you unless you ask nicely.

[quickcasey.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was me. I forgot how the conversation turned to that, but I blurted out...."Hey! There's a You Tube of that." And I mentioned that you can do that sound really well. Sorry.

[rustitobuck.livejournal.com]

I think Altivo's more offended than I am.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

I'm actually the one who mentioned turtles mating. Internet culture being what it is, I shouldn't be surprised that youtube makes a farce of it.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Nah, don't worry. It was just something that got a bit out of hand in my opinion. Certainly not your fault, you weren't even there.

I think I made some dumb comment about the difficulty turtles have in mating, and it just went from there. Since I'm really naive about youtube stuff, I was a little put off by people making so much fun of the poor turtles.

To me the weekend was on the chaotic side (but that was expected.) The difference was that I didn't have to interact with folks in two minute snatches, which I rather dislike usually.

[quickcasey.livejournal.com]

Well, seat-of-the-pants reckoning, we bought just about 30 gallons of gas, and went about 560 miles. So the Dakota gets in the high teens for gas mileage. The fuel level now is about what is was when we left on Friday. So this must be fairly accurate.
I might have been responsible for the overeating plot.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

I should have volunteered to cook again. But I feel like a control freak if I start doing that. None of you need me to mother you.

[cabcat.livejournal.com]

Dog and pony show *gets the giggles again*

Who's charlie? Sorry about the exam at least you know what its like now you can study the rest.

Foxes have food? *zips over there*

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Actually I think aerofox was first to call us the "dog and pony show." Foxes have food, but they don't seem to do much cooking. It's all take out and restaurant fare. ;p

"Charlie on the MTA" is a 50 year old (more or less) folk song in the US about a guy who got stuck on public transit in Boston and couldn't get off because they had (may still have) a system where you paid your fare when you get off rather than when you get on, and he didn't have enough money to get off. The longer he rode, the higher his fare went, so there was no escape.

"Oh he never returned, no he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
He's the man, who never returned."